You too shall own th’ offense, and pray for pardon.
Phæd. Oh monstrous! monstrous! now indeed I see
How false she is, and what a wretch I am!
Spite of myself I love; and knowing, feeling,
With open eyes run on to my destruction;
And what to do I know not.
Par. What to do?
What should you do, Sir, but redeem yourself
As cheaply as you can?—at easy rates
If possible—if not—at any rate——